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Norwegian Wood


The place we used to hangout





















Pic of me was taken by him

 











 

For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesn’t begin at all. ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood


I agree with that statement. As of now, I'm feeling it too, starting to love someone since the first time he told me that Norwegian Wood is his favorite Beatles song.

The more I discover about him, the more my affection grows. His manner of speaking, his thoughts, the way he treats me, his talents, style, hair, laughter, soft snores, voice, dreams, taste in music, choice of books, idols, art—every facet of him captivates my heart.

Have you ever felt such a strong liking for someone that your chest hurts? That's how I feel about him. I don't know how to describe it, but my feelings are undeniable.

But, on the one hand, there's a fear lingering within. Some say beauty fades quickly, and I worry about the possibility of him slipping away one day.

Like a rose, perhaps, with its allure camouflaging hidden thorns. Past traumas and fears linger, and I find myself questioning if they're signs. The uncertainty leaves me in contemplation. 

I was left unsure of how this thing would go. I guess I'll think about it when I walk with you.  ― Adhitia Sofyan, In To You

I've decided to let it be—I want to embrace this feeling, to love him and offer the best of myself. Though I should know him better, I still have no idea how this story will unfold. 

Nevertheless, it's alright, cause I'm in to him. 

-vic

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